Remember how I said I was going to get back in the habit of getting up at ridiculous, unGodly hours every morning? (what do you mean, you don't remember? Like that wasn't a completely FASCINATING bit of trivia in the first place! Whatever, you've been waiting with bated breath to hear more about how much sleep I get, don't lie!)
Well, I have been, and it feels AWESOME. Five AM and Lucy are BFFs! But this morning I turned off my phone alarm (I thought) and went to the kitchen to get my coffee, only to hear my love bellowing "LUUUUUUUCY!" a few minutes later. I had hit snooze accidentally and then left the phone in the room with him, and not even where he could reach it to turn it off. Morning people really suck, don't we?
I apologized profusely, but he just couldn't go back to sleep. After about fifteen minutes he threw back the covers and announced that he MIGHT AS WELL go work out. This is the man who considers ten o'clock to be the ideal rising time, and eight thirty is really too early to get up but he will if he has to, and five fifteen is THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. So he is now working out in THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, THANKS SO MUCH DARLING WIFE OF MINE.
I fear for his basketball players. Coach might be a teensy bit cranky today. If they're very lucky, he might fall asleep during practice and they can spend some quality time texting their fictitious girlfriends.
New! Wood! Floors!
(and also Nessie, modeling her Fwoggy Swippers that are the ONLY acceptable alternative to her pink cowboy boots. You can maybe tell from the picture that she is informing me that they say "WIBBIT WIBBIT!")
(and also the fire that we kept going all day because our heater is probably broken but this is Texas so we only remember that for like, two weeks of the year. And then we're like, eh, just build a fire and put some fwoggy swippers on. We'll need the AC in like five minutes anyway.)
(if the AC goes out, now, THAT's an emergency)
I love my new wood floors. I spent all day yesterday gazing lovingly at them and sighing like a lovesick teenager. No, that's a total lie. I spent all day yesterday cleaning up the mess that the floor-installer-people necessitated and catching up on chores, and deciding that now that the floors are so beautiful I will OF COURSE have to
-get a new coffee table
-paint all the kitchen cabinets white
-replace the dining room light fixture and the living room ceiling fan
-make new throw pillows for the couch
-get photo canvas thingys for the wall next to the stairs
and you, know, other TOTALLY NECESSARY STUFF!
I was planning on doing all those things anyway, eventually, but it didn't seem so urgent. NOW the floors are so pretty that Beautiful Home Having seems actually attainable, if I did do them.
(also, maybe nesting is kicking in early? My list of projects keeps getting longer and longer and longer...I will maybe complete them all by the time this baby is in third grade.)